77 - let's go without haste

Trip to Japan, part 1

The bag of little plums smelled sweet and delicious so we brought a bag home in our checked baggage but when I bit into them yesterday they were pungent, painful even and I spat out the pit, skin and all. Ah Heng gladly had whatever was left of it. My mother has a habit of bringing fruit back from her travels, and we used to have boxes of mangoes sent to us from a relative’s mango plantation in Thailand so it was natural that my sister and I would bring home two punnets of strawberries and some plums, as a way to prolong the sweetness of our time in Japan.